All Chapters of SEX AT FIRST SIGHT: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or leaned

"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea

"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea

"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea

SAMANTHA I leaned my back against the wall, watching my Dad hurriedly packed up the files on his study inside a black briefcase. For the past 18 years of my life, I didn't know the nature of my Dad's job, he only told me he was working as an agent for an exclusive company and I had always seen him working on tons of files whenever he was around. That was all I know. Today was one of the days my Dad would get an urgent call from an unknown source and hurriedly packed a few things from his office and leave; he would definitely come back after a month or two and I was already used to him been away for a couple of weeks, leaving me alone in our not-so-big house. “Dad,” I called out, moved away from the wall and walked up to him. “Can’t you stay for breakfast before leaving?” I whined, hoping Dad would at least slow down on the packing and have breakfast with me. I was rather disappointed when Dad didn't spare me a glance. He stretched out his hand, glanced down at his wristwatch and